| MARGARITKALACH |
| מארגאריטקעלעך |
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Dort unten in veldl dort zenen gevaksn
Margaritkelech ilent un kleyn,
Mit vaysinke zimen, mit vaysinke shtralen,
Mit vaysinke...tra la la.
Gegangen iz Chavale, farcholemt farzunken,
Tsulozn di goldblonde tsep,
Gegangen zich zuchendik, murmelnd farzunken
Dos lidele...tra la la la.
S'kumt ir akegen a bocher a shlanker
Mit oygn azoy shvarts vi koyl,
Er blantst mit di oygn un entfert ir lustik
Dos lidele...tra la la la.
"Zog mir mayn meydl, vos hostu farloyrn,
Vos vilstu gefunen in vald?"
"Ich zuch margaritkes," farroytlt zich Chave,
Farroytlt zich...tra la la.
"Du zuchst noch, mayn meydale,
un ich hob takke shoyn gefunen
Di shenste margaritke in vald,
A margaritke mit tsep un mit oygn sapiren,
Mit eygalach...tra la la la."
"To zog mir mayn meydl, tsu meg men dir gletn,
Tsu meg men dir nemen baym hand,
Tsu meg men dir kushn,
tsu meg men dir helzn,
Tsu meg men dir...tra la la la."
"Oy, loz mir, men tor nit,
di mame zogt men tor nit,
Di mame iz alt un iz beyz."
"Ver mame, vos mame,
do zenen nor yungitshke beymalach...tra la la la."
"Du libst mich-" "Ich lib dich"
"Du shemst zich" "Ich shem zich"
"To lib mich un shem zich un shvayg."
Un zey vi es mishn zich goldblonde lokn
Mit pechene...tra la la la.
Di zun iz fargangen,
der bocher farshvunden
Un Chave zitst aleyn noch in vald.
Zi kukt fun dervaytens un murmelt farzunken
Dos lidele...tra la la la. |
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| Yiddish - DAISIES |
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Deep in the woods there grow
Daisies small and hidden,
With stems so pale and petals white,
So white...tra la la la.
Little Chava wanders about as in a dream,
Her golden blond braids undone,
moving about, seeking, and murmurs in thought
A little song...tra la la la.
A good-looking young man comes upon her,
His eyes are black as coal,
There is a twinkel in his eye and gaily he answers
Her little song...tra la la la.
"Tell me my young girl, what have you lost,
What might you find in these woods?"
"I'm looking for daisies," Chavale blushes,
She blushes so...tra la la la.
"You are still seeking, my maiden,
and yet I have found
The most beauteous daisy of all--
A daisy with braids and jewels for eyes,
Such eyes"...tra la la la.
"O tell me my maiden if one may stroke you,
If you will go hand in hand,
Maybe one may kiss you
or maybe embrace you,
Or perhaps even...tra la la la."
"Let me go, I must not,
my mother says I must not,
She is angry, my mother, and old,"
"What mother, which mother,
there's nothing but young trees here...tra la la la.
"You love me?" "I love you."
"You are shy?" "I am shy."
"Love me then shyly and hush--"
And look how the golden locks mix
with the dark/pitch black ones...tra la la la.
The sun has long gone,
the young man gone too,
Still the girl sits alone inthe woods,
Her look dreams afar and she murmurs in thought
A little song...tra la la la. |
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